#don’t worry he’ll get out of the asylum outfit soon

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Asylum-Delirious x Reader

This story was inspired by D_KaiLani  Beast-Delirious x Reader-go read their books their are 👌👌👌

RIP this story-it literally goes from 100 all the way to 0 towards the end.

"Hey Y/N?" Brock asked taking a seat in front of Y/N, her nose stuck up a book and a warm cup of coffee next to her "did you here about the new patient?" He asked worried, his hands wrapped around a cup of a classic plain white mug with coffee, steam drifted upwards and curled around his face, his sunglasses hanging low below his eyes as he stared Y/N, she seems unfazed by this news as she, with a sigh of announce, put her book down.

"Yes Brock" she rolled her eyes "I know, I'm the one taking care of him" she glared at him.

"Oh...I'm sorry I didn't know" he mumbled looking away form her, his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

"It's fine" she huffed feeling a bit guilty for being so rude but that was her states around here, she was stone cold, she had the heart of a bitter ruler, unfazed by those around her, unloveable and unmovable to the patients around her. Her back was always straight and her hair pulled back to the point as if it was going to pull its self right out of her scalp, her black blazer was always primped to perfection, not a single crease or stain to be seen, A white button up shirt and long black trousers and classic black heels, Her clipboard always by her side and a black ink pen resting on her ear, she was basically the poster boy of every insane asylum psychiatrist.

"Are you even the slightest bit worried that something may happen?" Brock asked taking a small sip of his bitter coffee, his facial expression helped clarify this.

"Brock, I've worked here for 5 years and not once have I broken" she said blatantly "I highly doubt that he'll have any effect on me" she looked down to her cup of coffee, small swirls if steam danced on top of the flat, still coffee "if anything I'll be the last time they ever move him" she shrugged picking up the coffee and taking a small sip, the warmth and bitterness of the brown liquid swirled around her mouth coating it and her throat as she swallowed it. After years of drinking this she had gotten use to it, while the others around her still wrinkled their noses to the smell of it.

"Yeah....I guess..."Brock chuckled softly

Y/N could tell that something different with now, like a switch had flipped inside of him, any other time he'd be chirpy and all smiles, making the others around him smile with his bad puns so him stuttering was something very unusual. She narrowed her eyes at him as he looked to the window in the small break room, thick, rusted bars lined the window vertically and horizontally. The outside shined a small amount of light as trees covered the outside of it, vines dangled from the top of ten window and lined against the panel.  She simply shrugged it off as him just being nervous about the new arrival, after all he was a demented, psychotic, deranged murder that kept driving those who attempted to take care of him to the brick of madness and killing themself.

She looked down to the small black watch around her wrist and sighed, she had only 5 minutes till she had to go for her first meeting with the him, she began her mental list of questions she'd be asking him. The simple things like what is his name, what was he before he went mad-the simple things you'd ask first before hand.

"You should probably get going" Brock gave a sheepish nervous smile.

"Speak of the Devil I was just about to leave" she gave him a small smile back, simply just trying to comfort him. Though he's been working here for about a year he still gets really nervous form time to time when a new patient arrives.

Y/N collected her book and soon to be cold coffee and walked up to the sink in the small break room, carelessly pooring the coffee right down the drain and just leaving the cup of the side, she paced her book in her locker in the small room and grabbed her clipboard and rested her classic black ink pen on her ear and walked out. She was greeted with the small of lingering bleach and stale bed sheets, the walls and tiles bleached white with lingering cobwebs that dangled form the ceiling. Long narrow lights hung form the Ceiling light up the long, never ending halls, the noises of patients beginning to wake up filled the building, some laughing, some yelling and some begging for attention. She began to walk to her new patients room, the loud clicks of her heels sent on the other patients quiet, she was often feared by many for her stone heart. she was informed that his room was in the more-guarded section of building, the underground section of building with more guards and cameras on 24/7 in every hallway and room in all 4 corners. Long hallways led to their rooms with a password key pad in the beginning of the hallways and two guards heavily armed at the entrance of the said patient room, their rooms bare with only a bed that was bolted into the concrete floor, a small desk in the center of room that was to bolted into the ground and two simple class room chairs and a toilet and sink, padded was added to the sides of the walls to prevent the patient from hurting them selfs. A chain was to alway be wrapped around the patients ankles and bolted into the wall, only giving them enough space to reach their bed, toilet, desk and sink. A mental jacket was to always be worn, third entire outfit was to be no other colors then white and the occasional blood stains at the end of their pants.

She stopped when she saw the warning sign sign with bolded letters above the elevator that took her down to floor with the more guards and the mad patients

Warning-all unauthorized personal will be arrested on sight-Do not entire.

She rolled her eyes and pressed the up button presuming that the elevator was already at the bottom floor, the soft faint glow of yellow light the button up and rumbling of the elevator being pulled up followed by the dinging of the doors slowly opening up, two heavily padded guards stood at the entrance and stared Y/N down, they noticed her tag and taped our do the way allowing her in. She walked in and the guard closest to the panel with only the up and down button pressed the down and the doors slowly closed and with another soft ding they started to go down, the soft hum of the elevator going down was the only noise in the small corridor. After a few minutes they stopped and a ding erupted yet again followed by the doors opening up reviling the kind wide hallway, windows with guards that had the weak eye view of everything, stared Y/N down, guards lined the wide hallway with double steel doors that slid open, with 15 feet of space in between each door.. She took a step out of the elevator and looked the doors up and down, reading the numbers packed int the center of each door. She was looking for door 13 and low and behold it was all the way down at the end of hallway.

"Room 13?" A guard approached her, he was dressed head to toe with a all black padded combat outfit and a helmet with a gray panel that covered his eyes.

"Yes" she handed him her clipboard with the paper work saying she was assigned to said room

"Alright" he nodded his head "follow me" he began to walk down the hallway, she followed close behind him, unfazed by the crazy laughter that erupted form each hallway they passed. The guards all stood stiff as stone figures frozen in time, all to unfazed by the psychotic laughter.

They stopped at door 13 and the guard that accompanied Y/N walked up to the panel and typed in the password, Y/N no need or care to look at the password, she's for all she knew wasn't even suppose to type it in only the guards were allowed. After a couple of beeps and a final ding the door opened reviling the long narrow dimly light hallway, the guard with Y/N stepped out of her way and she walked down the hallway, the doors behind her slammed shut, the loud bang alerted the new patient as a deep spin chilling laughter began to fill the hallway. Y/N grew closer to the door, a small slit in the middle of the door showed her knew patient, he was sitting upright on his bed and his head hanging low.

The two guards gave a quick glance to Y/N before the doors opened up, the patient looked up and stopped laughing, he stared her down as she walked into the room and placed her clipboard into the desk and took a seat, crossing her legs and resting her hands in her lap

"Hello Jonathan" she said emotionless, first impressions always matter and this would help to show her stone heart and unloveable mind set to him. his eyes began looking her up and down. He slowly stood up, his unnaturally bright glowing sapphire blue eyes running all around her body, she could tell he was obviously sizing her and only gave out a single huff as to say its was pointless.

"Please call me Delirious" he smirked showing his sharp fang like canines, he stood 6f perfectly(I'm making this shit up okay), the sides of his dark brown almost black hair was shaved but the top was spiked and swirled to the right. she rolled her eyes knowing damn well she wasn't going to comply to his orders, that was one way many patients in that building tricked their psychiatrist into doing what they ask them "so, your the one everyone keeps talking about? Your the big bad Y/N, the one who can break oh wait sorry-fix-those who can not fix them self?" He'd asked walking toward her, he got to his chair but the chains around his ankle stopped him from going any further.

"I suppose so" she shrugged "and it's nice to know that you already know my name anyways why don't you take a seat" she pointed to the chair neck to him "and we both can get to know each other better" she leaned forward and folded her hands with a flat expression

He narrowed his eyes at her as he slowly sat down, resting on the back of the chair "sure" he shrugged

"So tell me Jonathan" she moved her clipboard closer to herself, internally smirking knowing that this was going to get him annoyed and teach him she wasn't to be messed with.

"I said call me Delirious" he growled

"Why do you call your self that name?" She asked titling her head slightly "why do you go by some 'codename' instead of your regular one? Does it remind you of your past? Does it remind you of who you were before you went insane?" She couldn't hold back the small smirk forming onto her face as she watched his face start to grow red with anger

"I've always been insane" he said bitterly "I've never had a past where I wasn't insane"

"Hm-sure" she shrugged "so since the day you were born you always had this desire to kill is that correct?" She asked "this desire to hurt others for the fun of it?"

He sat their confused, staring her down "What?"

"Well you just said you've always been insane, so that must mean that the day were born, the day you could form complete thoughts, the day you could speak and walk you alway had this desire?" She asked resting her head onto her hands which were propped up.

"W-What?" He said baffled by this, This wasn't the reaction he wanted, he wants her to be afraid, to be intimidated by him no for her to be talking him down, no be showing him wrong. He wasn't use to this and he didn't like it one bit.

"The day you were brought into this world you could only think of your murderous way, you deadly ideas-is that correct?" She hummed

"I really don't like you" he said standing up, his bright, unnaturally glowing, sapphire blue eyes  stared her down, hatred and anger danced in them.

"I'm only clarifying what you said" she shrugged

"Fine then, I haven't always been insane!" He growled walking backwards to his bed

"That's what I though" she grabbed her clipboard and quickly wrote down some points "So Jonathan" she looked up form the broad as the squeaking of springs being squished followed by Jonathan mumbling under his breath looking her dead in the eyes "what can you remember before you went crazy?"

"I don't remember much" he mumbled looking at the plan, padded walls, the dips spaced ever foot up and down, left and right formed perfect squares all throughout the small room "all I really remember was my mom and dad always fighting a lot me hanging out with my friends" he shrugged

"Okay that's a start" Y/N quickly jotted down some more points "when's the earliest memory you have?" She asked

"Why do you care?" He said while laying down "why don't I get to know something about you?"

"Tell your earliest memory and I'll tell you a bit about myself" Y/N offered

He turned his head towards her and rolled his eyes "fine" he said looking back up to the ceiling "the earliest memory I have is if when I was 6, I was sitting on the floor coloring away at some random picture of me and my family, at the time I was unaware of things happening between my mom and dad-I shouldn't even be calling her my mom..." he paused biting his bottom lip, trying to remember more "my mom stormed into the room I was in and started cursing and yelling at random things, dishes or piles of trash, she was probably drunk as all hell come to think of it and I being the dumbass little shit I was though it was a good time to get up and show her the picture I drew, so putting all the broken crayons I had into a pile and grabbing the picture I walked up to her"

"Mommy! Mommy! Look at what I made!" Jonathan walked to his mom with a wide, tooth smile holding up the messy colored picture up in the air, his mom turned around and looked at him with disgust then looked down to the picture "do you like it! Can I put it up on the fridge!" He asked putting it up higher.

"What the fuck NO! I am not putting that piece of shit anywhere in this house" she yelled at him as she grabbed the drawing form little Jonathan's hands and ripped it right in half in front of him and through it to the sides before storming out of the room-leaving little Jonathan with his hands still up in the air and tears starting to form in his eyes

"She just ripped it right in half, right in front of my eyes-my dad came home to find me sobbing in my bed with the ripped drawing clutch in my hands" he said softly "there, earliest memory I have know it's your turn" he turned to her.

"Okay" she paused trying to comprehend everything just said, she didn't know wether or not to believe it, most psychos are able to trick people into believe their lies about a fucked up past, with fake crying and such. "You can ask me a question" she said randomly to her surprised, this wasn't like her, she never offered her patients a chance to ask her anything.

"Okay then" he sat up taking a deep breath "Why here?" He asked

"What?" She replied confused

"Why work at a place as twisted as here" He looked around the plan room, he would point or wave his hand but they were currently wrapped tightly around his body. She narrowed her eyes waiting for that last part of the question, there's normal always a second part of a question that normal involves her gender "why not work somewhere more for a women?" His story about a tragic past maybe be nothing more but a lie as most psychos or crazy people have the ability to switch between moods and emotions-one second they could be as mad and bull at the sight of the color red to as happy as a kid in a candy store.

She glared him down "and what other jobs do you think is more fitting for women?" She bite her tongue waiting for his answer.

But she got nothing more but a deep chuckle and just by that she could already tell what he was getting at, at first it was a low chuckle but as the second passed it grew more louder and violent "trust me babe" he snapped at her "you don't wanna know what I'm thinking of" her ideas on Jonathan switching moods like a girl switch boy friends was correct.

Anyone would have been disgusted just at the hearing if this but Y/N has heard it all so this didn't faze her, not one bit all. She was used to all the comments she get, she was use to threats and catcalls, she was use to the intimidation and seduction by her patients, most people would have just quieted right there, right there on the spot but Y/N didn't care for it. If anything watching those attempts at swaying her gave her a good laugh. She simply sighed as she stood up, there Time was up anyways and turned for the door.

"Goodbye Jonathan" she said flatly waiting for the Doors to open, she never bothered to look back at the mad man she'd be stuck with for god knows how long.

"Goodbye" he extended the goodbye as he stared Y/N down as she walked through the doors "I look forward to our future conversation!" he laughed loudly, his sick laughter echoed throughout the hallway and followed Y/N. The twistedness of his laughter grew more and more stronger as she continue walked down the hallway, her face flat as she yet again approached the elevator. Even in the elevator she still could hear him, she still could feel his stare, the stare of his unnatural blue eyes. They followed her.

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And I hate this.